There's a long, rusty chain of pain linking alcoholic
rockstar Mark Davis to struggling singer/girlfriend Heather
Hunter. No longer the flavor of the month in his
profession, Davis takes his frustrations out by cheating on
her, plus he's an evil jerk and won't even help her get a
toehold in the music industry. Hunter puts up with his
mistreatment and earns money singing backup in cat food
commercials, but when she catches him in bed with studio
receptionist Chloe (after a serviceable anal), she's fed up.
Pragmatic producer Nick East comes to Hunter's rescue
by making her a star. He does a pretty good job here;
too bad he's made to utter lines like, "In this business,
you're a shark. And if sharks don't swim forward, they
die."

Davis get sober and celebrates the release of his new album
with a threeway involving himself, Hunter and fellow singer
Dee, whose stunning visage becomes even more appealing when
it's coated with Davis' thick dick-cream. But the album
tanks, Davis relapses, and it's East who ends up with Hunter,
taking standout-scene honors with a hot, playful fuck.
Hunter eventually becomes a star, and Davis is left
alone with his bottle to watch her hit video on television.
(Hunter's voice is as pretty as the rest of her, and
while the video for her song is no Spike Jonze vehicle, it
will doubtlessly appeal to the type of women the entire film
is meant to please.)